Folding Anxiety

Crumpled, smashed, basically miserably trashed

sad, sadly mistaken, tragically forbidden to 

unfold from the compression of emotion 

statically frozen in between the nightmares

and

 sleep, the unrelenting proteins of insane dreams

the corners of white rooms, the unforgiving, unheard

screams, the past withheld, the last time I smiled

and felt the warmth over the prevailing chills

of winter, the snows in social contexts

and

the rejection of living, understanding, denial of context

sympathy flows out like oxygen escaping into the vacuum 

between what once was acceptable now unspeakably

false bending around the atomic genetic

response to pain, now I will write the refrain

it's all in your brain,

it's just in your brain,

it's just in your brain in your head

just as bad as wishing you were

dead,

Instead of being locked into your thoughts

collapse into the fear, surrender to the pointlessness

of the straggling sheets that bind you into your bed.

just unravel where it all began where it could end

fold it like a comic strip from the ugly paper

away into the pocket

of your sanity

let us pretend

we're fine, after all that's easier to defend

to everyone else than the truth that we cannot say

what all that was other then the seconds

it took or all day I needed to

make the first crease

to make folding the anxiety to cease.